sad day

A few weeks ago we took Ty's car to the junkyard. It was a day full of mixed emotions.

Poor old Betsy was falling to pieces and costing us a small fortune. On more than one occasion I stomped around the house complaining about how I hated her and she hated us. But then, when we were jump starting that beast for the last time, we got kinda sad. We remembered how we went on our first date in that car, how we drove all the way to Utah and back listening to the blinker's clicking sound, how we had to jumpstart her at midnight in the pouring rain on campus. Memories like that. 

Although Tyler wouldn't admit it, I think he was a little sad too. He got to drive ol' Bets one last time to a junkyard in Rigby. We felt a little guilty driving her there, taking the keys inside, getting our check, and then leaving forever. It was kind of like leaving a little puppy at the pound.

It's strange how you get attached to a car. You forget all the times you cussed it and think only of the places it took you. Sad day. The small compensation we received from her begins the savings fund for a new car in the future. For now, we share. 

It's not so bad.